In human form
Tread lightly on the ground
Cloven hooves disguised
Attired in color of crimson
In bold yellow eyes flames danced round  

Each person he encountered
Left upon them an invisible  mark
Those with unclean souls
Destined to forever dwell
In the blindness of eternal dark

When all had been counted
His brethren tallied up
Sat down in the shade
This hell's seed
On cursed blood he did sup

His task for now completed
Of which he never tired
Destiny called
He returned gladly
To rest in Satan's fires

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Jan. 27, 2013